Au Roy
A U ROY .
The design I had to greet the king,
Him and donate to my and me,
From an old custome to the presents orderly,
Awaited the time recommençast the year:
But I just have to do is just remember,
I think that day is too long to come,
And it is not icy time, nor the custom,
Who I give loy govern my pen:
Any day of the year where I breathe air,
It is this son of the Gods that I must speak,
My soul in adoring this is object is arreste,
And my mind is my work and my feste.
All that nature has rare and beautiful,
That lives Sun, who sleeps in the tomb,
Everything can force the sky to earth,
The pleasures of peace, the virtues of war,
Roses, rocks, shadows, streams,
The murmur of the wind, and the birds; bruict,
Vestement the Iris, and the complexion of the Dawn,
The attractions of Venus, nor the sweetness of Flora:
Everything all Gods expensive and soft,
Grand Prince, can not compare to you:
Cesar TO YOU loses the renowned Augustus
He of March Vaillant, Themis He of Fair:
Virtue never had motions if saints
She met in your Dessains happy:
This is where our hearts friendship prints.
It is for your sake that we leave the crime:
The example of your strength manners more than loy,
And holy life Vostre module authorizes the faith.
When these great designs, to which all Europe,
For a fiscal month estoit little matter,
Were placed in the tomb of the most valiant Hero,
Whose bosom of the earth ever had bones:
Virtue was going in, but you have followed
And holding him to the crown and life,
You rains of arrester avecques also
The beautiful qualities that icy honoroient:
I thought I lost in the Universe cestus loss
The earth after demeureroit deserted him,
The air would be tousjours of tempest on,
The sky in the hell would see abisme,
And that elemens without order light,
Reviendroient in the horror of the first mass:
His glory was going to par with the immortal,
For him and all our hearts were but altars:
All Christians peoples had made their will,
Other than him will never possessed the title
Virtue gaigna him all these glorious names
That nostre fantasy gives demy-gods,
The greatest merit of Roys trouvoient to please him,
All aymoit his favor, all feared his choler.
And what Sun leaning towards the tomb,
Jettoit the Universe eye larger and more beautiful,
Its value too long shamefully oysive time
Meditated to snatch her myrtle and olive:
The bruict of his designs by Europe voloit,
Each of its projects spoke differently,
All Roys neighbors pendoient on the scale,
Esgallement doubtful fondroit where his valor:
His courage laughed to see that terror
Is mesloit Parmy all confused in their error:
His well was going simply land and wave,
And without this EUST beene the greatest Roy World:
That without his decease EUST caused misery!
EUST fact that we pay, and blood, and tears!
But thanks to Roy of Heaven, while providing for and wise,
You estes icy most parfaicte picture
We are comforted, and Mesme coffin
Who shut his bones, shut nostre mourning:
Arts and pleasures, altars, and weapons,
Almost regret having thrown tears
What of all the biggest and bravest Roys
You better answer assured the official body of laws?
Vostre Empire knoweth us so gently coerce,
The libertines have more fun you fear:
The wildest was for you to love soul,
What if the great King is jealous Vostre Court?
Gods and contemplans Vostre lovely life
If you do estiez their son porteroient you want:
The Sun is ravished his eye when you shines,
And we would wish never rest nor by night:
The rays ayment hunting point cloud,
As for not being empeschez to see your face;
The is for your sake that bastist houses,
Rompist that chaos, he changed the seasons,
He made us discern the sky avecques wave,
And put great Esclat of light in the world:
To the fire handles to heavy metal,
By all in the Louvre in your eyes reluysant.
To his fancy wandering our orchards,
Form gray linen, orange, amaranth,
And sçachant your eyes delight in colors,
You painted his love in the face of flowers:
That this is star was gay, when the banks of the Loire,
He vid serious motions for Vostre glory
Feeling that his duty touchoit Your Grace,
He never esclaira avecques so hard,
And the Honourable receut as incense smoke,
The gun gave to Vostre fame:
The river of his bed then made a coffin,
Who was your foes bloody welcome
And redoubled her not to tell Neptune,
What was your virtue to fortune:
Neptune resjouy your happy succez,
Went Vostre name all her lovers waves
And a char empane splitting its quiet roads,
Plant came on its edges a forest of palms,
And the glorious Sky so just happiness,
Feste made with affection to your honor:
Mars is no deed encor a beautiful prey,
And boasts that day more than the night the Trojan,
Seeing your youth in our bloody battles,
In the bosom of his peril search esbats:
Eusmes we fear that excesses of courage
Do you mist the hazard of a general wreck!
Benist is the great God, who paternal care
Guard Vostre a genie eternal happiness:
He vile deed for the land that you admire,
And has no more merit than Vostre Heaven Empire.
This wise and great mind, that holy desire Vostre
For the common salvation deigned to choose us:
The Grand Duke deed we do with too asseurance
That the fate of Heaven is He of France;
Your greatest designs arrive at their port,
And you and the Gods have a lot Mesme:
Dict is that great seat where all the Gods are based,
And a secret council of our designs have,
This large precincts Azure, where one hundred thousand torches
Esclattent our eyes so powerful and beautiful,
Had autresfois need a mortal print bold
To take on the burden of its heavy weight:
Atlas avantura to sustain a heaven,
Otherwise nature EUST seen down the Gods:
It is not only the effect celeste Machine
Trouvast quelquesfois is close to ruin,
Ny than ever a man like unto our fate,
Has penetrated the air, nor touched the Sun:
Ceste fable vray sense that reason gives him,
Teaches us that Atlas had tempering so good
And hardy mind if he dared eslever
Far deadlier than him could not happen:
It sçavoit secrets Iris, and Thunder
And as each star will have power over the earth.
The Universe believed his appuy general,
And several potentates is reposed on him.
Nature are resumed under a second,
Fate let him conducted into the world,
And the Gods pleasure put his hands
The inevitable droict they have on humans.
Grand Roy, you made a Heaven Vostre Empire;
He had a good Atlas, Vostre is not worse,
And everyone sees enough in his comparison
Your friendship fits avecques reason:
As for Vostre esclaire his thoughts,
Our fortunes are no threatened mourning:
Quoy that retrament factious again
Their plots at birth find their tomb,
And you vetrez tousjours last to the Crown,
Peace, that spirit Vostre Vostre innocence gives:
So be heaven, and never his wrath
Not approach any danger, nor of him, nor you.
The design I had to greet the king,
Him and donate to my and me,
From an old custome to the presents orderly,
Awaited the time recommençast the year:
But I just have to do is just remember,
I think that day is too long to come,
And it is not icy time, nor the custom,
Who I give loy govern my pen:
Any day of the year where I breathe air,
It is this son of the Gods that I must speak,
My soul in adoring this is object is arreste,
And my mind is my work and my feste.
All that nature has rare and beautiful,
That lives Sun, who sleeps in the tomb,
Everything can force the sky to earth,
The pleasures of peace, the virtues of war,
Roses, rocks, shadows, streams,
The murmur of the wind, and the birds; bruict,
Vestement the Iris, and the complexion of the Dawn,
The attractions of Venus, nor the sweetness of Flora:
Everything all Gods expensive and soft,
Grand Prince, can not compare to you:
Cesar TO YOU loses the renowned Augustus
He of March Vaillant, Themis He of Fair:
Virtue never had motions if saints
She met in your Dessains happy:
This is where our hearts friendship prints.
It is for your sake that we leave the crime:
The example of your strength manners more than loy,
And holy life Vostre module authorizes the faith.
When these great designs, to which all Europe,
For a fiscal month estoit little matter,
Were placed in the tomb of the most valiant Hero,
Whose bosom of the earth ever had bones:
Virtue was going in, but you have followed
And holding him to the crown and life,
You rains of arrester avecques also
The beautiful qualities that icy honoroient:
I thought I lost in the Universe cestus loss
The earth after demeureroit deserted him,
The air would be tousjours of tempest on,
The sky in the hell would see abisme,
And that elemens without order light,
Reviendroient in the horror of the first mass:
His glory was going to par with the immortal,
For him and all our hearts were but altars:
All Christians peoples had made their will,
Other than him will never possessed the title
Virtue gaigna him all these glorious names
That nostre fantasy gives demy-gods,
The greatest merit of Roys trouvoient to please him,
All aymoit his favor, all feared his choler.
And what Sun leaning towards the tomb,
Jettoit the Universe eye larger and more beautiful,
Its value too long shamefully oysive time
Meditated to snatch her myrtle and olive:
The bruict of his designs by Europe voloit,
Each of its projects spoke differently,
All Roys neighbors pendoient on the scale,
Esgallement doubtful fondroit where his valor:
His courage laughed to see that terror
Is mesloit Parmy all confused in their error:
His well was going simply land and wave,
And without this EUST beene the greatest Roy World:
That without his decease EUST caused misery!
EUST fact that we pay, and blood, and tears!
But thanks to Roy of Heaven, while providing for and wise,
You estes icy most parfaicte picture
We are comforted, and Mesme coffin
Who shut his bones, shut nostre mourning:
Arts and pleasures, altars, and weapons,
Almost regret having thrown tears
What of all the biggest and bravest Roys
You better answer assured the official body of laws?
Vostre Empire knoweth us so gently coerce,
The libertines have more fun you fear:
The wildest was for you to love soul,
What if the great King is jealous Vostre Court?
Gods and contemplans Vostre lovely life
If you do estiez their son porteroient you want:
The Sun is ravished his eye when you shines,
And we would wish never rest nor by night:
The rays ayment hunting point cloud,
As for not being empeschez to see your face;
The is for your sake that bastist houses,
Rompist that chaos, he changed the seasons,
He made us discern the sky avecques wave,
And put great Esclat of light in the world:
To the fire handles to heavy metal,
By all in the Louvre in your eyes reluysant.
To his fancy wandering our orchards,
Form gray linen, orange, amaranth,
And sçachant your eyes delight in colors,
You painted his love in the face of flowers:
That this is star was gay, when the banks of the Loire,
He vid serious motions for Vostre glory
Feeling that his duty touchoit Your Grace,
He never esclaira avecques so hard,
And the Honourable receut as incense smoke,
The gun gave to Vostre fame:
The river of his bed then made a coffin,
Who was your foes bloody welcome
And redoubled her not to tell Neptune,
What was your virtue to fortune:
Neptune resjouy your happy succez,
Went Vostre name all her lovers waves
And a char empane splitting its quiet roads,
Plant came on its edges a forest of palms,
And the glorious Sky so just happiness,
Feste made with affection to your honor:
Mars is no deed encor a beautiful prey,
And boasts that day more than the night the Trojan,
Seeing your youth in our bloody battles,
In the bosom of his peril search esbats:
Eusmes we fear that excesses of courage
Do you mist the hazard of a general wreck!
Benist is the great God, who paternal care
Guard Vostre a genie eternal happiness:
He vile deed for the land that you admire,
And has no more merit than Vostre Heaven Empire.
This wise and great mind, that holy desire Vostre
For the common salvation deigned to choose us:
The Grand Duke deed we do with too asseurance
That the fate of Heaven is He of France;
Your greatest designs arrive at their port,
And you and the Gods have a lot Mesme:
Dict is that great seat where all the Gods are based,
And a secret council of our designs have,
This large precincts Azure, where one hundred thousand torches
Esclattent our eyes so powerful and beautiful,
Had autresfois need a mortal print bold
To take on the burden of its heavy weight:
Atlas avantura to sustain a heaven,
Otherwise nature EUST seen down the Gods:
It is not only the effect celeste Machine
Trouvast quelquesfois is close to ruin,
Ny than ever a man like unto our fate,
Has penetrated the air, nor touched the Sun:
Ceste fable vray sense that reason gives him,
Teaches us that Atlas had tempering so good
And hardy mind if he dared eslever
Far deadlier than him could not happen:
It sçavoit secrets Iris, and Thunder
And as each star will have power over the earth.
The Universe believed his appuy general,
And several potentates is reposed on him.
Nature are resumed under a second,
Fate let him conducted into the world,
And the Gods pleasure put his hands
The inevitable droict they have on humans.
Grand Roy, you made a Heaven Vostre Empire;
He had a good Atlas, Vostre is not worse,
And everyone sees enough in his comparison
Your friendship fits avecques reason:
As for Vostre esclaire his thoughts,
Our fortunes are no threatened mourning:
Quoy that retrament factious again
Their plots at birth find their tomb,
And you vetrez tousjours last to the Crown,
Peace, that spirit Vostre Vostre innocence gives:
So be heaven, and never his wrath
Not approach any danger, nor of him, nor you.
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